#me too lit a lot of fires in this country. I admit that I don’t know a single woman who has not been groped, pinched, fondled, molested or raped. That is one hell of a statement. Yet I hear and read statements from women who claim to have never been touched against their will. These same women claim they can make all the money they want, do as they will, and have no restrictions on them. They fail to see what the big deal is and why we march.

I want to inform these incredibly fortunate women that no everyone is as lucky as they have been. We march because we are tired of being beaten, murdered by our lovers and husbands, told what we can and cannot do with our bodies, raped, talked down tooo, and treated as if we did not have brains of our own.

I was fondled by a janitor at my school when I was 11. He touched my not quite breasts and promised to touch me in other places as well. I managed to get out of the bathroom and away from him. I never told anyone. I was so ashamed and horrified and scared. But he didn’t hurt me or rape me. I was more fortunate than many girls.

In high school, I was what they called “developed” which meant I had big breasts.  Lots of boys wanted to date me because of them. I wasn’t hard to look at either so again, I had many dates. One night on a double date, my date decided we were going to have sex whether I wanted to or not. I didn’t. I was wearing a dress, which gave him easy access or so he thought. A wrestling match ensued. He pinned me on the back seat, but I had enough strength to flip him over and on to the floorboard. At that point I put one high-heeled foot over his family jewels and one over his heart. I warned him that if he so much as wiggled, I would simply stand up. Then I demanded that the driver, who had not lifted a finger to help me, take me home first. I was not raped. I was more fortunate than a lot of girls.

Later in high school, I had a date with a football player. He was taller and outweighed me by quite a bit, and I was no little girl. He took me to a local “lover’s lane” and told me we were going to have sex. Isn’t it funny if a man decides you are going to have sex with him, even if you don’t want to do so, it is still sex. No one ever says, ‘I’m going to rape you.’ No one calls it rape. Again I was not down for the planned activity. There was a lot of wrestling and even punching but I couldn’t seem to really hurt him. Every time I tried to get out of the car, he would reach around me and relock the door. Finally I figured I was had and so I started to cry. I worked up to huge, heaving. LOUD sobs with lots of tears and plenty of snot. The snot distressed him. I told him I was going to puke. He unlocked the door for that, since it was his mother’s car and he didn’t want me to defile it. By the time I was done puking and blowing snot everywhere, he decided I wasn’t worth it and he took me home. Did I mention, I took theater. Again I was not raped. I was more fortunate than many girls.

I married and had babies, and through the years of my first marriage, men made advances on me. None of them ever scared me and I was able to brush them off. There was even the occasional boss who made offers of a sexual nature. I was never fearful of these men, annoyed or aggravated or disgusted, but never afraid, I was not raped. I didn’t lose my job. I was more fortunate than many women.

In the years after my divorce, men groped me on more than one occasion. I slapped, punched and gut punched my way out of those situations. One guy was so stupid as to walk up behind me in a kitchen as I was chopping carrots and grab my ass in both hands. I spun around and put the point of the knife at this throat. Funny how the idea of being gutted like a carp will take the wind out of a man’s sails. So to speak.

In none of these instances did I indicate in any way, shape or form, that I wanted to have sex with the man in question. I sure as hell did not imply that I wanted to be raped. It didn’t matter what I was doing, or what I was wearing or how I was acting. I did not deserve to be treated in such a manner. Why in the hell do people think they can get away with such behavior?

But I was lucky, I have never been raped. Only one man has ever raised a hand to me and he paid dearly for that bit of stupidity. I was lucky. I am an only child. My father did not raise me any different than if I had been a boy. He taught me how to box. He explained the importance of weight distribution, he showed me how to put all of my pounds into the punch. In his words. ‘when you hit a son-of-a-bitch, you wanted him to know he had been hit’.He showed me how to make a fist which would do the most damage to the other guy, and none to me. We played baseball in the backyard. We watched cop shows, and cowboy shows, and the Friday night fights. He told me to never believe people who told me I couldn’t do a thing because I was a girl, he explained that was a lie. He taught me I had value. I was fortunate.

I grew up with 9 first cousins, who were boys and all close in age. I had to fight for what I wanted and what was mine.  I was outnumber, but I knew how to hurt them. That made me tough. I was more fortunate than many girls.

Not all women are so fortunate. Frequently, girls are taught to sit down, shut up, don’t talk to loud, don’t laugh too loud, don’t cause trouble. This has come to include don’t tell when a male hits you, gropes you, or rapes you. Just shut up and take it. And we have for centuries, we have taken it.

But I believe those days are over. Women are speaking out. For every person who says, ‘why did they wait so long’, let me say because we were afraid and ashamed. If you have never felt that hot wash of shame as it courses through your body, then you can’t speak to this issue. And by the way, aren’t you lucky. Now we are starting to realize that we aren’t the ones who should be ashamed. It’s the people who hurt us. That gives us power.

There will be, already have been, false accusations for what ever reason. The false accusations hurt all of us, and those who make them need to feel ashamed. I’m sure there will be more, and I hate that. But people are sometimes assholes.

We who have been victims, are reclaiming our time, reclaiming our lives, reclaiming out bodies. No one has a right to any of these things unless we consent to it.

Maybe, just maybe, we can at least put the brakes on this terrible issue. If you have never been groped or grabbed or molested or rape, good on you, you are lucky. But for Christ sakes, don’t get in the way of those of us who are trying to fix the damn problem.

By the way, if you have been victimizede, please consider therapy. Don’t go it alone. That is one of the problems of sexual assault, the victims always think they are the only one. You are not alone.

By the way, I know men get grabbed, groped, molested and raped as well as girls and women. I grew up in the Catholic Church, so I know it happens. You are not alone either.

Together we rise.


Me Too

I have been overwhelmed by the number of #metoo posts I have seen in my news feed in recent weeks. I am willing to bet I don’t know a single woman who has not been abused, harassed, or raped. How is that possible in this day and age? This is the 21st Century, how have we not evolved? Sadly, we have not. But why is this problem so prevalent? It may be that sexual abuse has always been a problem. Historically woman were taken as prizes in war, raped, traded, married off, used as chattel, and in general treated as second class citizens. Woman have been taught to be nice, not make waves, keep our heads down, not to dress provocatively, and to eat shit politely with a knife and a fork. None of these lessons have helped us or saved us. Woman are still beaten, raped, intimidated, fondled, grabbed, and killed at an alarming rate. From the boardroom to the back field, we are targets who are not allowed to fight back. Now we have a 24 hour news cycle which brings it to us, and social media.

How does this continue to be business as usual? There are those who wish to keep the status quo, keep the little woman in her place. I believe those people fear us. We are half the population of the world, that’s a hell of a voting block, a lot of money, a lot of power. Part of the reason women are kept down it men fear we will treat them as they have treated us for eons. Part of the reason is because if we are treated as equal, they might have to share the wealth with us, and the power. How sad. The patriarchy fears women. Even some women strive to maintain the status quo, out of fear.

This is the issue which must be changed. No longer can we keep quite, or discuss the abuse in whispers with other woman. No longer can we hide the bruises, wash away the semen and keep putting one foot in front of the other. I believe those days are over.

It is time to fight back, to name names, to press charges and to help others who are abused. No more hiding in the shadows. No more pretending the groper at the party didn’t really bother us. We must believe the woman who speaks out. We must create an atmosphere where women are safe to speak out. We must not allow the victim to be shamed. We must demand the abuser is served a steaming hot plate of justice. For judges who will not give appropriate sentences, we demand they be replaced.

When public officials declare woman cannot have abortions or birth control, we must replace them. Why? Because those laws are designed to keep women down, to take our power, to refuse us the rights to our own bodies.

We must call out those who treat women as objects, no matter where you see it. Believe women when they tell you they have been abused. Stand by them. If women stand together there is nothing we cannot do, no force on earth which can stop us. Demand justice, write, call, fax, and march.

Raise your children to be brave and to honor others. If you raise boys, teach them to treat others as they would like to be treated. Teach them to step in when they see a wrong being committed. Teach them to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Be an ally.

If you are raising girls, teach them they have value. Teach them how to throw a punch too. There was a time, when a man got “fresh” the woman slapped hell out of him. What happened to that? When my girls were in school, we took a self-defense course. It was designed to hurt the assailant badly enough so you could escape. I think often we don’t fight back because the abuser is bigger and stronger, we’re afraid. Once upon a time, there was a PSA which told women not to fight back when being raped, to avoid serious injury. Women don’t want to cause trouble or be in trouble. We have become afraid of the consequences. Heaven forbid we might get charged with assault ourselves. But wouldn’t it be worth it?

Learn how to defend yourself and then defend yourself, damn the consequences. Give a friend your bail money, just in case. Don’t take any shit. Yell back at men who cat call you. Above all, talk about it. Talk to each other, talk to the authorities, talk to HR at work. All these men who have perpetrated rape and been turned loose by judges, what about them? Post their faces and their stories everywhere, make sure they never get a job, an education, or a girlfriend for the rest of there miserable lives. We are not helpless.

New hash tag; #neveragain, #notwithoutmyconsent, #stopthesebastards. Together we rise.

Disclaimer: Women and girls are not the only victims, I know that. We owe it to the men who have been raped and abused the same fierce backup. I know #notallmen







My thoughts…

I seem to have gained a reputation for having strong opinions. Because of this, people rarely ask me what I think of a person, place, thing or situation. But, I have decided to give my opinions anyway.

First, I think we must rethink education. We need to start with kindergarten. Children can be taught to be polite to one another and be taught to read at the same time. These two things are not mutually exclusive.

Teachers have to be allowed to discipline the unruly child. I don’t mean corporal punishment, only because I think it is useless. In my uneducated opinion, most children act up because they have some deep hurt inside. They bully others to feel stong. I read an article which claimed in some places when a person does wrong, read that as antisocial behavior, the entire village surrounds the person. As the miscreant stands in the middle of a circle, the villagers begin to tell that person how much they love him, how valuable he is, how much a part of the village he is, how good they believe him to be, and so on and so forth.

Instead of  yelling at the offender, they pour love on him. I like this idea so much I have decided to start using it when people offend me. That happens all the time if you must know. People have stupid ideas about politics, love, children, sex, oh the list is endless. So instead of arguing with the dumbass who offends me, for now on I will tell them I love them and how I value them as a human.

It may not change the way the other person who offends me thinks or acts. But I think it will be good for my blood pressure.

Okay, I swerved a bit. Back to the kids. I think if teachers used this method, starting in kindergarten, we might see some improvement in how people treated each other.

I also think that if we worked on building self-esteem in the kindergartener, we might see improved humans who liked themselves and didn’t hate everyone else. I know that is a crazy idea, and believe me, I am mildly conversant with crazy. But think about it for a minute. Children are moldable, and if we teach them to be kind, to love themselves, and convince them they have value, wouldn’t that create a better world? Maybe not, but it can’t hurt.

Oh I know, so many children grow up in horrible circumstances; drugs, guns, gangs, rape, alcohol and the beat goes on. But if you could help those childen in just the tinest way, shouldn’t you? It might be like trying to hold back the ocean with a teacup for some of these kids. But shouldn’t you. We owe the children of this world the best life we can give them.

You may say I’m a dreamer, and that may be true. Just try it in your own life. I think I am going to go to my Facebook page where there is a debate raging over a post I made about racism. One woman, who is not even on my friends list, made some very ugly and racist comments. Several people, who are my friends list, expressed shock and incredulity at her comments.

No one, including me, engaged her to ask why she had so much hate in her heart. But I am going to do that. Wish me luck. I will let you know the outcome.



What shall we do?

I need to work on a new book, prepare a statement for court where I will testify against two people who tried to rob me at knife point, wash laundry and clean my house. I can do none of that, can’t concentrate on any of it, because my head is spinning from all the politics, the hatred, the debates, the firebombing and the meanness which people are throwing at other people. I have to write about that instead.

We are trapped in a moment in our history where it seems we all hate each other; name-calling, fighting, and threating others. How did we get here? Here, in what is arguably the greatest country in the world, how have we devolved to this behavior? I have pondered that for quite some time now.

I live in the south, but I have voted Democrat in every election but one. If you live in Tennessee it was the election between Alexander and Butcher. I wouldn’t vote for Lamar today but back then it was a choice between a nice guy and a serious criminal. I won’t apologize for it.

I own a gun, in fact, my husband and I own several. I am pro-choice, a feminist, mostly against the death penalty, hate racism, not terribly politically correct, a non-Christian, small business owner, and born and raised in the South. Possibly an anomaly.

I live in a large city in the South, Nashville. We have our problems with drugs, and crime, and traffic. But, most of us who want to work can find a job. So why are so many Southerners so angry with the system in which we live they are willing to listen to the Trumps, the Colters and even Rudy? I believe the answer has many layers.

When you look at a map of how people are voting, you see blue in the big cities, the coastal areas and red damn near everywhere else. In the cities, we don’t think much about the heartland, most of us couldn’t find Kansas on a map. They are out there somewhere, but we are unaffected by the others who live in far off places. We have our jobs, places to shop, cable, comfortable places to sleep, restaurants and things to keep us occupied.

In many of the far off places, many people don’t have many of those things. All across this country we have lost jobs. Manufacturing has closed down, packed up and moved to the other side of the world where they can pay people .30 an hour and not have to worry about safety concerns and if the whole damn factory burns to the ground and everybody dies they just move to the next town. In other words where the owners can treat the workers like slaves and there are no repercussions. But, that is a blog for another day.

Many small towns all across America are one industry towns. Be it the aluminium plant, the tractor factory, the textile mill, coal mining; steel mill, the list goes on and on. For decades these businesses have closed and left the resident without jobs, without pay and without hope. Do you wonder why meth is rampant in the small towns and rural areas? There is nothing else to do and there is no hope. Factory jobs allowed people to live a middle class life and have a home, and cars, and food on the table. That is just not true anymore. These people have been left behind and they feel like no one cares or understands. They watch their children move away to get jobs in the city and wonder what will become of them. So yes, they are fearful. They see the news and believe foreigners are coming here to take their jobs. They are angry. Yes they cling to their God, and their guns because they don’t know what else to do. And no one has had an answer for them, until now.

Trump and the Republican party has an answer, elect us and we will make America great again. The illegals are coming to take your jobs, rape your women and rob you, but we can make that not happen, we will build a wall, deport millions and put the white people back in charge of this country. Oh and while we are at it, put the women back in their place, and the blacks, and the gays too.

When you are fearful, someone who appears strong can be seen as a savior. There are too many examples in history which prove this point. However it has never turned out well for the population. These would be saviors just want power and money and the status quo will remain, despite the many promises made on the campaign trail. These people draw on the fears and bitterness of people and stir them up to irrational behavior. They play to their audience. Look at what we have right now, people hating anyone who is not white, beatings, death threats and worse. I lived through the 60’s and I never want to see such horrors again, but we are headed there. How do we change this?

First we have to understand people have legitimate fears and concerns. People are being marginalized and ignored. This pisses them off and rightly so. When someone ignores you doesn’t it make you mad? How about if your entire way of life and belief system was ignored, ridiculed and scoffed at by others. In order to create real change you have to stand in the other fella’s shoes for a minute and see how they feel. What if you had worked for the same company where all your neighbors worked for since you were 18 years old. You got married and bought a house and had children and life rocked along pretty good. Oh sure you didn’t have a Starbucks but you had a diner where people gathered. Everybody went to the same Christian churches. Everyone went to the same schools and on game night everyone turned out. There was a 4th of July parade and you all turned out to honor the flag and the country. Life was pretty good.

Then one day the factory announced it was closing and moving to some place you never heard of and you were out of a job. Then imagine there were no other places to work in your town. How would you pay the mortgage, the car note and put groceries on the table? See there are the real life problems of people who don’t live in the big cities. We see them with their “Make America Great” hats, and their anger at non-whites, the violence at political rallies, and their gun toting and we write them off as crazy people. But they are not crazy, they are scared. You would be too.

What can we do to solve this problem? First we demand, in writing, from our legislators that anyone who moves their factory overseas be penalized. The owners will have to pay import fees on all the products brought into this country just like any foreign-owned business. We need to take the profit out of manufacturing over seas. While we’re about it, let’s do the same to any company which ships their IT jobs overseas too. Let’s make it harder for them.

We can offer tax incentives for companies who want to build factories in this county, but they have to build their new factories in places which are the hardest hit with financial woes, where the unemployment is the lowest. Not just in the rural areas but in the cities where unemployment for some segments of the population is 50%; places like Flint, St. Louis and Chicago. Nashville doesn’t need any factories, but Ferguson sure does.

On a local level, demand shop and home-ec classes be reinstated to the high schools. A life course where they are taught how to dress for job interviews, balance a checkbook, and live on a budget would be a great addition. Find ways to make college and trade schools free if the student keeps a 3.0 grade average. Demand that history, real history and civics and government be taught as well. Let’s engage the next generartion in the process of our country. Let’s get rid of Core and stop teaching our kids to pass tests and let’s really teach them how to live.

So turn off the TV and start writing letters, sending emails and making phone calls to the people you have elected. Let’s drown them with our anger and frustration.

The next step is harder. Look for products made in this country, yes there are still some. Buy American made whenever possible and I know that is a challenge, but I beleive we are up for it. We move out of comfort zone of cheap products made by children in some god-saken part of the world and buy the products from our own factories. Shop local. Do you know that when you buy from a locally owned shop or farm, most of the money stays in your community? That’s a bonus. Believe me when you hurt the pocket of the bigs guys, they will pay attention. It will take time. But it is time for us to take our country back from politicians and manufacturers who only want money, and control.  It won’t be easy.

It is time to get to the root of the problem, not just throw angry words at each other. Bernie, whether you hate him or love him, has made a clarion call to this country. We need to take the movement he has started and make real improvements, not take sides against each other.




















Post PUF

I am home from my week in the woods with Pagan Unity Festival! I survived another one, the nineteenth one. We go out on Tuesday to get ready for the guests, who arrive on Thursday. We clean the cabins, spray the mattresses down with Lysol, bug bomb (yes we kill the little critters, bad Pagans I know, but I ain’t sleeping with spiders), open the shutters and make sure there are no snakes or mice or bird nests in the closets. We unload our storage unit which is packed from the top to the bottom, in fact it is so full you can barely slip a mouse in there. Then we deposits large, plastic tubs of stuff to the appointed places. We set up the kitchen, front gate, vendor row, kids cabin and put linens on the beds in the VIP house. In between, we joke and tease and act silly. In fact the staff is so giddy to be back together and in what we consider to be our sacred space and with our chosen family, we actually sing while we work. I never realized it before, but Selena Fox who came in a day early, commented on it.So we do sing while we work and we love each other even when we are smelly, and sleep deprived and snappish. It is kind of amazing.

My staff works like rented mules all week-end long. If you are on staff and you don’t pull your weight, other members of staff will call  you out and then they will tell me and I will call you out. I firmly believe we should all be equally as tired at the end of the day. By the way the end of the day is about 2 AM for most of us.

One of the things I really love is when the staff pitches in to help anyone who needs it, as they should, but the guests help each other too. We had monsoons on Friday and winds, both of which play havoc with tents. I watched as people ran into the pouring rain to help save the tents of friends and of strangers. Everybody was running around in the driving rain knocking the water off tents, holding tents down so they wouldn’t blow away (by the way hanging on to the metal poles of a tent when we had lightening was probably not the smartest thing), catching things which did blow away, and in general getting soaked by a cold rain trying to save the belongings of others. I personally changed my clothes three times on Friday and probably should have changed the fourth time but couldn’t summon the strength.

We were all exhausted, soaked to the skin, and cold. But we laughed and drank hot coffee, probably a gallon of it, afterwards. People apologized to other people for failing to prevent the damage to their tents or belongs or merchandise. They actually said, “wow I am sorry I couldn’t save more of your stuff.”

I saw strangers befriend other strangers and make new friends. I saw people helping in situations which might have gone a bit volatile and handling the situation in a kind and compassionate way. I saw people helping those with physical disabilities without question. I saw people offering their gifts of music and storytelling to our kids. I saw our teens working like switch engines not just in the kitchen but everywhere. I saw people participate in the annual parade and throw beads and cheer at the by-standers. (Selena really enjoyed the silliness.) In general people just being NICE. It was wonderful and refreshing and soothing, and touching, and amazing.

Great and fantastic things occur every year; people have epiphanies, or someone shows a kindness to a stranger or someone really feels the presence of god. I do not take any of it for granted but revel in the wonderfulness of humanity every time I see it, humbled by it and have my faith renewed each time it happens. Every year the things that occur at PUF touch my heart and makes me remember that humans have an untold ability to reach out and help those who need it. We have in us the inborn capacity to rise to the occasion and let our godness shine out from our souls. And we do.

The untold man hours it takes to present PUF to you is staggering, probably the reason we have never counted. But we do it out of love for our gods, our fellow pagans, our community and each other. It was a wonderful festival this year, many people said it was the best one ever. I won’t argue with that.We had 42 workshops, many ran into the night, there were seven rituals, seven musical acts and it was amazing and wonderful. This year I really saw the next generation of young people who will run PUF in the future, this must happen as the current administration is aging. They are there and they worked their asses off for us.

We also allow those young people to play and have many activities for them, but try as we might to introduce new things to them, what they really love best is beating on each other and any adult who will play with foam swords. Go figure.

As I sit here and write about it and remember it, I am crying because it was so wonderful, so fulfilling and so much damn fun. I wish I had better command of the English so I could make you understand how fantastic my week was, fantastic that I cried as I said good-bye to the members of staff and guests who live far away and I will not see for another year. I cried as I drove out of the park and left the magical site behind. I am tired still, but I have slept 23 hours since I’ve been back. I have not unpacked and washed laundry yet. I thought washing me (since I smelled like bad decisions made in a swamp) and sleeping took precedence. At this point I am almost afraid to open the suitcase.






February Crud

I have been suffering from my annual February crud for the past several days and so have had plenty of time to lie on the couch and observe the world. Friends, I do not like what I have observed. We have become a country of morons, idiots, fools, rubes, dolts and worst of all, non-thinkers. We get up eat our shitty breakfast or don’t, fight with 100,000 other idiots on crumbling roads to go our shitty jobs, collect our shitty pay, fight our way back to our shitty house, eat our shitty diner, watch four hours of shitty what passes for entertainment, get into our shitty beds and get five to six hours of sleep. Which is not enough to sustain an adult and keep us healthy. We are the most sleep deprived country in the world.

So we go to our doctor and he gives us a drug to help us sleep that will create so many other side effects that we will need more drugs to counteract the first drug. That train just keeps rolling, because we have been trained to trust and believe our doctors. We are the most drugged up country in the world. Why is that? Well, a docile and drugged society is an easily controlled society. Big Pharma has us where they want us, giving them the money.

Really why do you think that drugs are such an issue in this country? Did you know that J. Edgar Hoover allowed drugs into this country because he thought that only the black population would use them? He believed it would keep them quiet and therefore easier to control. Think about it. Oh sorry you can’t think, you have been dumbed down by the education system, the entertainment industry, the politicians and the preachers. You have been taught not to think, what the hell do you think Common Core is? Oh sorry, the thinking thing again. You have been taught to react, and we do. We react to crime statistics, hate filled speeches of politicians, fear based sermons from the preachers, and both fear and loathing from the media. But do we think about what these sources are actually telling us? No we react to the message.

Illegal drugs are bad, put people in prison. Prisons which are more and more owned by private corporations which make money off of the people in the cells. The war on drugs is paying off, for the guys who own the prisons.

The government is coming to take your guns! We are up in arms, literally, about this stupid idea. The government does not want to take your guns. You wanna know why? Because if you retain your guns, you feel you are somehow empowered. You think with whatever puny firearms you process you can actually hold off tanks, missiles and drones. We have been warned Obama is coming to take our guns for the past seven years, I still have my guns and so do you. Do the math. Oh sorry, that thinking thing again.

The plus here is that as long as we have guns, we can be constantly stirred up about losing them. We can argue with each other about having them and vowing to give them up only when they are pried from our cold dead hands. We can be stirred up to believe Obama (or whoever) is going to take them away. This stupid round robin argument keeps us busy so we don’t see what the hell is really going on.

We weep over poor, little dead babies. Let me clarify; not little dead babies who have never taken a breath on their own. No, I am talking about fetuses. Fetuses which have the potential to become human babies if any one of a million things don’t go wrong in the nine months of gestation. Fetuses which are basically a collection of cells that leech life off the mother who is carrying said fetus. We scream and yell and picket and vote against a women who wants control of her own body. We must save the tiny, potential humans. We vote for morons who promise to repeal Roe v. Wade. They have been promising this for the last 50 years and have not yet managed to do so. You want to know why? The arguing among ourselves keeps us busy so we don’t pay attention to what is really going on.

There is a reality show on right now, its call the election. We watch a constant parade of idiots who rant and rave and fight with each other like a bunch of five year olds squabbling over a cookie. They stir the fear in us of “The Other”; blacks, Hispanics, Muslims, Asians, in short anyone who is not white. They stir the fear of “The Other” coming across our borders and killing and raping and robbing us. We are constantly subjected to this bullshit and we cower in our beds over it. You know why? So we don’t pay attention to what is really going on.

We have become a population of fear ridden cowardly, drugged up, idiots. We can be controlled. As long as we have something to fear, then we can be manipulated. We can join in lock step against whatever the hell it is we fear. It worked beautifully for Hitler. The Jews were the enemy, the ones who would destroy life as the Germans knew it. But you know who else Hitler sent to the gas chambers? Free thinkers, the ones who dared to question.

Now it’s the, fill in the blank, who are going to destroy life as we know it. As long as we are scrambling around hating “The Other”, fearing some new Armageddon, being told there are no jobs so we keep our noses to the grindstone for our current bosses, being terrorized by the terrorists, getting inoculations for the new plague of the week, then we don’t have the ability to see what the hell is really going on.

So what is going on? We have been dumbed down in our education so that we do not ask questions, do not look under the rocks and do not think. We are being taught the new math, which is a series of nonsensical moves which never give you a real answers. 4 and 4 is always 8, always in all the multi-verses that exist. But not if you are trained in common core. It is mindlessly moving the shells around and giving you busy work which has no purpose. The true purpose of education in this country is to create a population that does what it is told to do without question. We simply stand in line, quietly, and do what we are told. You think that’s bullshit, really, go try to get a driver’s license renewed. A population that is taught, trained to stand in line and ask no questions is a population that can be controlled. It is a population which will send its young people to war without the blink of an eye. It is a population which will believe what the trusted government tells it.

Obama was correct when he said we cling to our guns and our god. We do. It makes us feel safe. We cling to any politician or preacher who reinforces our ideas too. We sing the praises of politicians who promise they will keep us safe, outlaw abortion, gays, same sex marriage, and kill the terrorists. We love the ones who promise to make America great again! Really and when was that? Was it when we killed Native Americans and stole their land? Or was it when we went to war with Mexico so we could steal some of their land? Was it when we sent our young people to war in Korea, the war no one remembers, so we could stop the Red Menace? Maybe it was Viet Nam where we went in to save the people of Viet Nam from the Commies? Or was it any of the dozens and dozens of war we as a nation have been engaged in since our inception? Was it when we incarcerated people in camps during WWII simply because they had slanty eyes? Was it when we built and filled the ghettoes with people of color? Was it when we turned a blind eye to the young person who fought our war and needed help to recover from the horrors of it? Was it when we allowed a cover up of rape and abuse on our college campuses in the name of sports and donations and privilege? Was it when we ignored the poisoning of an entire city of poor, mostly black, citizens by the state government? This poisoning happened by the way, not to save money but to force the privatization of the water systems for PROFIT. Was it when we ignored what was left of the Native population and condemned them to flounder on worthless land without enough water to sustain life? Or was it when we found something of value on their lands and then stole them again to reap the rewards? Was it when we allowed our industry to be moved overseas and left our cities and our citizens without jobs or hope all for profit? I could go on.

Oh this is not to say this country has not had moments of greatness, we have. I also believe we have the potential to have more not just moments of greatness, but a sustained and golden age. We as humans have such abilities within us. We must realize it, reach for it, and stretch our own horizons in order to achieve it.

We must not give in to fear. We must not hate, MUST not. If you hate then you can be controlled. Look at our present political situation. No one, almost no one, tells us what they will actually do for us, just what they will prevent from happening. Why do you think poor people constantly vote for the very ones who will keep them poor? Because the guys in charge have figured out if they tell us who to fear and who to hate, then we will vote for them. Damn near no one who is running for office gives a rat’s fart about you, what you need or want or even who you are. They care about power and money. That’s it, that’s all. We dumbasses just keep voting them back into office. They keep stealing our money and pissing on our heads and telling us it’s raining.

How about if we elect the least obnoxious person running instead of the person who says the worst thing possible about other people and stirs our hatred? How about if we do the homework and find out what the person running for office has actually done and who is pulling the strings? How about if we give a fiver to the homeless guy on the corner instead of donating to a corporation or megachurch that will use that money to line their own pockets and give maybe 5% to the poor? How about if we start seeing god in our fellow humans and realize that most of are just trying to make it? How about if we let women make their own decisions? How about if we actually worry about educating our young? How about if we teach people that forcing another human to do anything they don’t want to do is wrong? How about if we start giving a damn about each other instead of damning each other?

You have to realize it isn’t the government which is the enemy, or blacks, or gays, or woman, or terrorists, or Muslims, or Jews or Catholics, it is the overlords who run everything, the ones who have most of the money. You know the guys who make the guns and so must send us to war. The ones who need billions of mindless drones who will do the work, fight the wars, bring in the harvest, work for pennies and never complain about any of it. That’s because we are too damned busy complaining about gay marriage, birth control, and brown people. Give a person something to hate and you control that person. Give the same person something to fear and you own that person from cradle to grave.

The 1% is real. Do you know there are people who have gold faucets in their bathrooms? Not golden ones, or ones painted to look like gold. No they have actually gold. They have gold faucets and hand painted toilets in their crappers while you struggle to pay the water bill. Why is that? Did they work harder than you, are they more deserving, does god love them more? No. They have figured out how to make money off the backs of others. The CEO of a company does not make 1000 time what the workers make because he works harder and he earns it. But because he convinces the guy on the assembly line that is true. When in point of fact the guy with the gold toilet could not have that gold toilet without the guy on the assembly line. You really have no idea how the 1% lives, because if you did, you would be in the streets with pitchforks and torches.

It’s really important to the overlords that we are dumb, work too hard for too little money, take too many drugs, fear everything, and hate everyone because that keeps us in check. We don’t have time to really investigate what is going on, we rely on the media to tell us. We don’t have the energy to get pissed off and do anything about the state of the world. We don’t have the balls to sharpen the pitch forks and light the torches.

It is time to wake up. Take a real look at who is running for President. Take god, abortion, guns, the Bible and hatred out of the equation and look at what else they are saying, promising and preaching. You will find out that most of them are saying nothing of substance.  The presidential race is nothing but a dog and pony show, bread and circuses to keep us distracted.

If you wake up and decide to create change, start on a local level. State with your council or alderman, elect the ones who will work to make things better. Throw out the ones who won’t. Don’t elect anyone on a local level who takes outside money from anyone. Move up from there to the legislator, to the US reps and senators. Elect the ones who will do what we the people want, the ones who are accountable to us. Those people work for us! They are supposed to vote as we tell them to vote, not how the overlords tell them to vote. Work to get big money out of politics, repeal Citizens United, do not re-elect anyone who does not do as we demand. It is time we put a little fear into them, don’t you think?

Wake up, get mad but this time get mad at those who manipulate us, use us, and kill us. It is time for a revolution in this country. I would like to see it done at the ballot box. I would like to see it down without bloodshed. I would like to see it done in an orderly manner. But to do that we must pull together. We must understand we have a common enemy and it is not the one that we have been taught is the enemy. It is not the Yellow Menace or the Red Menace or the Commies, or the terrorists, no is the 1%, the overlords, the ones who control all the money. Think about this, if instead of the great bail out, every man, woman and child and been given $100,000 each, what would have happened? Just think about it. If you do you will understand why such a thing could not be allowed to happen. It would have put us in control of our own destiny. What you think $100,000 could not change the world? If everyone had been given $100,000 instead of the banks, the auto industry and the insurance companies, we would have paid off our bills, bought the things we had been wanting, started new businesses and been kinder to each other because a huge portion of our fears had been alleviated. Instead we allowed the rich to pay each other even more money and we are still pecking at crumbs. Oh I know many of us who have died of drug overdoses or spent all the money on wine, women and song. But most of us would not have.

Stop worrying about what your neighbor is doing, what he believes, who he has sex with, as long it isn’t children and little furry animals, it ain’t none of your damn business. Start worrying about why we are being lied too on a daily basis about damn near everything. Trust no one, question everything and stop fighting with each other. Time to unite against the common enemy, the ones who control us.




Love is…

We need to come together as ONE,
one people, one soul, one consciousness,
one purpose, one song

Every day we are inundated with pictures of horror from all over the world. Wars, suicide bombings, sniper shootings, missing children, it is almost too much for the human mind to contemplate. Enough countries have the nuclear bomb to make life on this planet end with a fireball. There are plenty of countries and groups that can do a lot of damage without nuclear capability. It’s scary out there.

What can we do? We’re not helpless. We humans are capable of creating reality with our own minds, and we can create bad or good. So knowing this, we must believe that the negative energy of our planet can be changed.

We might not united by our common beliefs, but we don’t have to be in order to make the world better. Indeed there are over seven billion people on this planet, and we believe many different things. But know this, every person on this planet has an energy that sustains them. Some call it spirit, some call it a soul, some call it chi, there are many different names. What ever you call it, most of us are aware that there energy that is in each of us.  We may even be aware that the same energy is in all of us. This energy is Deity. Each one of the more than six billion people on this planet are all expressions of Deity, expressions of the All. Each of us is connected to the other seven billion humans on this planet because we share this same energy, this same spirit, this one song. This energy is love. The Universe is made of it, runs on it.  Love is in you, the blood that runs in your veins, the grass and trees, the stardust in our sky. If we all join together and pump love into the very air we breathe, what will happen?  I don’t know, but I think that it will be something wonderful.  We may not see big changes, but we will see change. We might all come to realize that we are all one. We might come to recognize the Deity within ourselves and realize that everyone else contains the same Deity. We might come to react to Divinity in others with love. We might remember all things come from love. We might come to know in the core of our beings we all share the same energy, and we might be kinder to each other. We might come to believe because of this connection, you are me and I am you. If we realize this truth then how can I harm you or you me?  To do so would diminish ourselves. We might come to realize the Divine energy in me is the same Divine energy which is in you, and because of it, we are brothers and sisters. Then Black, white, red, yellow, male, female, old, young, Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu, and Pagan, gay, straight are all distinctions that lose their importance. We might come to believe the soul within is the only real consideration. Maybe we will think before we speak, maybe we will show more compassion, maybe we will be more forgiving.  Maybe all the people with guns will decide not to use them.  Maybe peace is possible on this earth.

The changes might not be so big or wondrous.  But maybe, just maybe, the neighbor that is unfriendly will smile at you for a change, or maybe you won’t flip off the guy who cuts you off in traffic. It is a start. We can create change. Let’s create change for the better. Because there is strength in numbers, the more people who participate, the better. Just send love out every day.

It might also help you realize who and what you are, you are God.

Know that you are blessed.